General, Madam Called You To Farm

Why not? Mo Guiyuan asked.

The death of a Western Jin pharmacist had already caught him by surprise, and he would not allow Xiu Nu to go beyond his control.

Xiu didn't speak.

Mo Guiyuan stood up and walked towards him step by step: Xiu Nu, you are a dead man. You must obey the master's orders and must not disobey. I will ask you again, can you kill him?

Xiu Nu still did not answer.

The dead man said less, but if the master came to ask, he should answer any questions.

Xiu Nu's attitude angered Mo Guiyuan.

Mo Guiyuan's expression turned cold.

He is a master gamer who can win thousands of miles away, and he is rarely forced to be in a hurry. However, right now, he is on the verge of running wild at any time.

Mo Guiyuan stopped in front of him and looked at him moment by moment: Xiu Nu, you should understand, I am your master, your life is in my hands, I can easily kill you, But I don't want to do that. You have to give me a reason if you don't kill Wei Ting.

In response to Mo Guiyuan, there was another suffocating silence.

Mo Guiyuan clenched his fists tightly, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out: I will give you one last, last chance. You and Wei Ting can only live one!

Xiunu knelt down on one knee.

Zhang Feng was stunned.

Xiu Nu is a dead man. It is impossible for a dead man to sacrifice himself for the sake of others, unless he is his own master.

But obviously, Wei Ting is not the master of Xiu slave.

Mo Guiyuan was trembling with anger: Why... even you have to betray me...

Mo Guiyuan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he patted Xiu Nu's head with a palm—

...

When the old man followed Mo Guiyuan's trail to the entrance of the cave, he ran into Wei Ting who was also following Xiu Nu.

Wei Ting!

Master Su Hou.

How's it going on your side? the old man asked.

Xiu Nu is gone. Wei Ting said.

Go? The old man frowned.

Wei Ting recalled: He doesn't seem to want to fight me.

This slave's reaction is very strange... Could it be that he knows your sixth brother?

Xiu Nu is from the Western Jin Dynasty. My sixth brother has never been to the Western Jin Dynasty. If they know each other, my sixth brother should remind me that he is.

Forget it, don't miss him for now, go find Mo Guiyuan. That guy is very cunning. Every time he catches him, he makes him run away!

It's no wonder Old Marquis. Mainly this is Mo Guiyuan's territory. There are secret passages and institutions set up by him everywhere. It is actually not easy for Old Marquis to catch up here.

The two entered the cave and soon found a secret passage.

When the two came to the secret room, Mo Guiyuan had already left, and there was a man lying on the ground, a dying slave.

The old man was stunned for a while, almost unable to believe that this was Xiu slave.

He squatted down and probed Xiu Nu's veins: The muscles and veins are broken, and the internal strength is completely lost.

Wei Ting said: Mo Guiyuan did it.

The old marquis scolded: This old beast... even his own people can do it...

Xiu Nu looked at Wei Ting weakly, his consciousness was a little slack, but there seemed to be some kind of obsession supporting him, preventing him from taking his last breath.

Wei Ting glanced at him, walked over and squatted beside him: Do you have something to tell me?

Xiu Nu's gaze fell on Wei Ting's waist.

Wei Ting took off the iron bell and handed it to him.

He was already out of strength, and his trembling hands couldn't hold the iron bell at all.

Wei Ting thought for a while, picked up the man, and put the iron bell in his palm.

Xiunu's chapped lips moved.

Wei Ting leaned down and listened.

Xiu Nu leaned against Wei Ting's arms, exhausted his last strength, and said a name in Wei Ting's ear.

...

Wei Ting and the old man found Mo Guiyuan in front of a canyon.

At this time, Mo Guiyuan had already taken off his daily clothes and put on silver armor.

Seeing this armor for a moment, Wei Ting's eyes instantly turned cold.

This is the armor of Lord Wu'an, and the red spear in his hand is also the weapon of Lord Wu'an back then.

The old marquis said coldly, This old beast, who even dares to wear armor after killing someone, isn't afraid that the unjust spirit of Lord Wu'an will come to him for his life?

It can be seen that Mo Guiyuan is an out-and-out lunatic.

Mo Guiyuan rode on the war horse, like a war general who had returned from victory, his eyebrows were full of publicity.

The old marquis reminded Wei Ting in a low voice: The breath of the old beast is not the same as before. Be careful for a while, it's really not good, run away first, and leave the green hills without worrying about no firewood.

Hahaha! Mo Guiyuan laughed arrogantly, Do you think you can still go? Wei Ting, I gave you a chance, you could have enjoyed it, but you want to fight against me! You have seen Xiu slave. Right? He's your fate! Of course, if you escape fast enough—

Wei Ting pulled out his sword: Since I'm here, I don't plan to go back empty-handed. Tonight, either I will take your life, or I will take myself to pay homage to the dead of the Wei family!

Really? It's up to you? Can you beat me, or can you beat the White Lotus Sect army behind me?

What army? The old man frowned.

In the next second, he saw that behind the canyon, a black army was dispatched in full force, occupying the entire valley like a tide.

This is... an army of 10,000!

Taolin really wanted to hide that it was the private army of the White Lotus Sect!

This old beast...

The old man gritted his teeth.

He performed light work, flew up, drew his sword and attacked Mo Guiyuan.

Mo Guiyuan slapped him flying!

Wei Ting pointed his toes and volleyed to catch the old marquis.

After falling back to the ground, the old man spit out a mouthful of blood!

The test came out... He... has the breath of a dead man... He absorbed Xiu's inner strength...

No wonder Xiu Nu has lost his inner strength.

The old man vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

Mo Guiyuan was no longer weak, and with a cultivator, Mo Guiyuan at this time was no longer something they could deal with.

The old marquis grabbed Wei Ting's hand: I'll hold him back...you hurry up...take Da Ya to leave...don't...do it with your spirit...

He can die.

But Da Ya can't.

At the beginning, I failed to protect my sister, but now I have to keep my sister's granddaughter no matter what.

Old beast, I perish with you!

I'm afraid you don't have this chance!

Mo Guiyuan grabbed the red spear in his hand and shot at the two of them violently!

Wei Ting hugged the old marquis and dodged away!

The red tassel pokes a huge hole in the rock behind the two.

Mo Guiyuan rode his horse away, coldly pulled out the red ying spear, and chased after the two again.

He was about to be driven.

The old man didn't want to drag Wei Ting down, so he slapped Wei Ting away.

The red tassel spear stabbed impartially towards his chest.

call out!

An arrow flew in the air and hit the head of the red tassel.

The red tassel was missed.

Mo Guiyuan narrowed his eyes dangerously, and turned his head to look here.

Su Xiaoxiao drew the bow and arrow again.

Mo Guiyuan wouldn't give her a chance to shoot arrows, he shot the red spear at Su Xiaoxiao violently!

The old man suddenly changed color: Da Ya—

Wei Ting flew to block it, but unfortunately the Hongying spear had already flown past him.

In an instant, Hongying Spear came to Su Xiaoxiao.

Time seemed to stand still.

The red tassel spear galloped towards Su Xiaoxiao's eyebrows!

At the critical moment, a heavy spear with the momentum of thunder suddenly knocked the red spear away!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

It was a uniform roar, mixed with the sound of icy armor rubbing, the horse stepped on the heavens and the earth, and the earth shook!

It's the Qin family's iron cavalry!

Qin Canglan, wearing cold-light armor and riding a war horse, came majestic and domineering from the night!

Four shifts! Ahhh! He is handsome by Qin Canglan! Can I ask for a monthly pass for Qin Canglan?